Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
it's a dangerous place, the breakfast table
"Get me a fork!" four year-old Lola demands.
"Say please."
"Please.... or I'll whack you," followed by an evil chuckle.
1 comment:
then feed you to the fishes...
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